I'm Imprisoned In A Dewdrop

I'm imprisoned in a dewdrop In a prison of my own cruel soul Waiting to drop waiting to roll Like the progeny of a tale Aesop Might have retold in a foxhole To a vixen headed on her nightly, patrol. I'm imprisoned in a dewdrop In a prison of my own harsh soul Waiting to drop waiting to roll Down a windowpane; like a raindrop. But in the meantime, dawns delightful Said; Mr. Hyde to Dr. Jekyll. I'm imprisoned in a dewdrop In a prison of my own bad soul Waiting to drop waiting to roll Waiting to unfurl a teardrop It's a wrestles state in which to roam And find your way back home.